Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
This Heat,
Faust,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.